Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2011 18:11:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: Older and Younger part ten

Before part ten (and yes there will be a part 11 since this part sort of
surprised me, once again), can I just give a huge shout out to the fans who
have the courage to write me and thank me for my stories?  I have to say
that I am super humbled by the men I have actually helped with my writing
and their stories.  One fan told me my writing in this series was so hot as
to free him up to restore his sex life with his partner after cancer!
Incredible and I do feel humbled.

I do answer all messages to mikedave01@yahoo.com.  My own personal life is
complex out the wazoo.  I adore my job.  I work super hard.  That's why the
stories don't come out that often.  And, no, not having sex much myself now
for all kinds of reasons.  So, have to write thoughts out, based on
previous experience.  Glad you guys enjoy then!  Grin.  And since I'm not a
professional writer and since I don't get paid to write on Nifty, of
course, your emails are all that keep me writing.

From Part 9

"Before we fell asleep, I had one question to ask him.  `So do you know
what Jorge and Chuck were saying?  Do you speak Spanish by chance?' He
smiled and answered me in a rapid torrent of Spanish.  I was dumbfounded!
`My mother was Argentine and my father was a rugby player from Spain who
met my mother in Argentina when we was there for a match.  Spanish is my
native language!'

I shook my head with surprise.  `So, what were they saying when they said
our names?'

`They were trying to figure out if I was serious when I said I might share
you with others as long as I was there, too.  Then they were trying to
decide which of us they wanted first and which they wanted second.  I think
Chuck wants you first and Jorge wants me first, so that'll work out.'

`Wow, that sounds hot.  Watching you fuck while I'm fucking and also
fucking two cousins at the same time???'

He grinned.  `But first I'm going to have to teach you some Spanish, so you
can enjoy the session even more, since I'm going to be very verbal when I
get their hot asses in our bed.'

`Por favor', I grinned back, using the only Spanish I knew.

`Con mucho gusto,' he replied and took my mouth in his....

The next few weeks were a blur, but a happy blur.  Again, I don't want to
make anyone jealous, but when you wake up with a huge, naked man, who
enfolds you in his arms... And I think he's getting more beautiful every day.
Ok, I'm besotted.  What's wrong with that?

Our love making has continued to grow.  We both have continued to be
"versatile".  I grew to really, really, love him in me as much as I loved
being in him.  I could tell that he did, too.  And (again) thank God that
our cocks were the same size.  We're both above average but not enormous.
I couldn't decide which I loved more, being crushed by this huge man as he
fucked the living daylights out of me or being on top of him and dominating
this huge guy with my cock?  Guess that doesn't matter either.  As they
say, it's all good. LOL.

OK, I'm gushing.  I'm not sorry.

I eventually stopped feeling a bit guilty about how much I loved Jon.  What
Marc and I had was so overwhelming to me.  He was the first person/man I
had ever loved and had had sex with.  Marc had had a long-term relationship
before we met.  So, it was different for him.  I started to realize that if
he was looking down at me from heaven he'd be laughing.  I was now in his
position and Jon was now in the first love relationship of his life!  I
know that God has a very funny sense of humor.  Yet another proof of that...

Sorry for not writing a lot of details about our daily sex life. I think
super happy monogamous sex gets boring to anyone not part of that.  We did
much the same things every day and enjoyed every second of it. But would be
repetitive if I wrote it down...

I did get Jon involved in the creation of the Marc foundation.  I could
tell he understood how much this meant to me.  And when Jon does something,
it's kind of like a whirlwind. And I knew he did this for me.  But, damn,
did we start to help gay businesses!  Did the foundation lose money on some
of these ventures? Yeah. But on the whole the money was getting paid back
and the foundation was growing in its resources.  Jon invested wisely, as
always.

I did finally receive the collection from Texas for the library.  When the
head librarian saw it had arrived, she surprised me by giving me a huge
hug.  "Mark", she said. "Incredible thanks.  I can't thank you enough". She
continued to hold me and I started to get hard. She laughed, as she felt me
against her. "If I hadn't known of your relationship with Marc, I would
have tried to see if you were interested in me.  Pretty much all the women
in this town would have tried to interest you, too!"

She let me go as she laughed out loud at me.  I was so confused.  She said
then, "Look most people are very bisexual and attracted to both sexes.  I
guess you've only been with men.  But bodies are bodies. So, your reaction
is normal.  And I've heard that you're now with Jon Perelman.  I can't help
but express the jealousy of the women in this town about that. Is he
everything we experienced and could have imagined?"

I blushed totally red.

"Got my answer." She kissed me full on the lips and let me go.

I had never done anything sexual with a woman or even thought about it
much.  What was this all about? I needed to talk about this with Jon, since
he had told me he had slept with women.

When we finally got to talk that night he actually laughed out loud at me
when I told him what had happened today. I was suddenly so angry and so
offended that I thought I'd sleep in a motel.

He finally calmed down enough to see how angry I was. "Oh beloved", he
said.  Well that started to calm me down.  No one had ever called me that
before!

"You don't understand much about sexuality.  I know that.  But all humans
are born on what I think of as a sexual continuum. We are all found on a
continuum that goes from liking only the same sex to only liking the
opposite sex. However, most of us are in the middle of the continuum. We're
born loving all people and all sexes.  I think you and I are probably at
the same place on the continuum.  If you are and you're like me, you'll
react sexually to women coming onto you sexually just as you react to men
coming on to you.  This is actually normal."

He wrinkled his eyebrows at me and had such a condescending, shit-eating,
grin that I decided I was going to "beat him up". I tackled him down,
stripped him naked, threw him on his back, mounted him, and proceeded to
fuck his big man ass as hard as I could, spanking him from time to time as
I fucked him fast and furious.  I could tell he loved every second of it.
He certainly didn't try to stop me!  LOL.

I tried to apologize the next evening.  "No need", he said, "and if I
hadn't enjoyed it you would have found out!  Anyway, you learned something
important yesterday.  You learned more about yourself as a sexual being.
I'm sorry I was an ass, laughing at you.  But I'm glad you have realized
that women might be fun in bed, just like men. I've known that forever and
have enjoyed that.  But I've also realized that whether it's a man or a
woman, there is that special person who makes the world go around, whether
a male or female person.  And you're that person for me.

I started to cry then.  He kissed me sweetly and softly.  He took his
clothes off and then gently stripped me naked.  He held me in his big arms,
pulled my head into his hairy chest.  I suckled on his nipples and he
ruffled my hair, like a boy. He laid me on my back and engulfed me in his
arms.  He entered me slowly and carefully. He then made love to me softly,
yet physically.  The whole experience was so incredibly sensual and
passionate, drawn out, and even, dramatic, that I entered a different state
of being.  I was so lost in him, in his love, that I lost touch with the
world and its reality. I felt that the two of us were all that existed and
our entwined naked bodies, joined together in the most intimate way
possible, defined a new type of existence.  Time lost all meaning.  When
the ultimate finally happened and I heard his moan of pleasure and felt him
cum inside me, I realized I was cumming between us, soaking our crotches
and bellies with a huge load of cum.  I passed out from pleasure.
Eventually I realized he had fallen out of me and had rolled onto his side
so he wouldn't continue to crush me.  I reached over and took his hand and
held it...

We kept in touch with the guys in Texas via frequent emails, phone calls,
and faxes.

They were making good progress.  Claudio turned out be exactly what they
needed.  He hired the local chef the guys mentioned as "Executive Chef for
the Ranch and then made plans to hire a staff for meals.  He got the chef
at the restaurant to take on a few new guys who would be leaving the hotel
for us as soon as we opened.  Claudio also knew what kinds of activities
needed to be planned for guests at the Ranch.  He used all of the other
guys' contacts to start to set people up to play and even teach cowboy
music, Mexican folk song, people to teach Texas Two Step and Cowboy Line
Dancing.  He talked to artists to persuade them to exhibit at the Ranch,
contacted storytellers of Cowboy lore and set them up to come out and
entertain.  He talked to local theater groups, especially ones that focused
on local culture and local plays about presenting.

He then used the guys' he hired contacts to make more contacts, etc. etc...
Soon, he knew everyone there was to know if the greater Midland/Odessa area
and as far as a couple of hundred miles beyond!  And by making these
contacts he helped spread the word about the Ranch and what a special place
it would be.  The word was definitely out!  Chaz was already getting calls
for bookings and the Ranch wouldn't be open until Christmas!  Since he
would only guarantee a slot with a deposit, he helped put some money back
into the account Jon and I had set up in Midland for them to use.

Claudio also worked to find our "professional" staff, some of whom would
live on-site.  He made contacts at every single gay place in the area, from
clubs to support groups, bars to churches.  He interviewed a lot of people.
Yes, the economy, while better in Texas than some other places in the
country, still tended to include a whole lot of low-paying and unpleasant
jobs.

In his interviews Claudio was very careful to say that their duties did NOT
include having sex with the guests.  On the other hand, if they were
attracted to some of the guests and wanted to have sex with them, that was
their business, as long as it was safe sex.  As for having sex for money,
the Ranch's management would create a list of the staff interested in doing
that, along with their specialties.  The management would provide that list
to guests who asked specifically for it.  There would be a note in the
Ranch's promotional literature that "escort service" would be available for
guests for an extra fee and for guests to inquire about this to the Ranch's
management after arrival.  The Ranch management would set up a fee scale
for "services", by service.  It would also take its cut as broker for the
service.  I know this sounds a bit cold and clinical, but this is really a
business.  Love has nothing to do with it.

Besides being business manager and general director, Chaz also worked on
the stables and the grounds.  He led a team to create new bridle trails for
all level of riders.  He made sure he had real cowboys ready to come teach
riding, lassoing, and trick riding, including trick mounting.  He also
oversaw the upgrading of the landscaping. He even created a big hill so
that riders could climb it and have a great view of the Ranch and a wide
swath of the Permian Basin.  He had underground pipes laid from a deep well
up to the top of the hill and had a pump installed so water could be pumped
up to the top of the hill and then come out of the hill in a series of
small waterfalls and a rippling brook that flowed down the hill to a small
pond at the foot.  This would be used to give the horses a drink, and if
some of the visiting "dudes" at the Ranch decided to take off their clothes
and skinny dip on a hot day, who were we to say no?  LOL.  And would there
be a stash of condoms there (and pretty much everywhere on the Ranch)?
Yup.  We wanted repeat customers!

Jorge and Chuck oversaw the construction of the guesthouses.  The
architectural plans they sent were very nice.  They were small and
intimate, with one bedroom, a "sitting area", a big bathroom, and a
kitchenette for late night snacks, since guests would all be eating in the
big house together for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Most activities would
be communal, so there wasn't much need for the guesthouses except for
sleeping and having sex.  Grin.

Jorge and Chuck also had the brilliant idea of making one of the
guesthouses much larger.  This would be the "bunkhouse" with bunk beds for
any single "dude" who might want to experience what cowboys used to, that
is to sleep with a big group of men in a big open room.  And might such a
sleeping arrangement lead the single dudes to find someone to share their
bed or even to a wild orgy? More stashes of condoms!  Well, this would also
reflect what some cowboys used to do in similar places.  So, would be part
of the "realistic cowboy experience" we were starting to advertise.  Grin
again.

Jorge and Chuck also had two new wings put on the big house.  One wing had
the new dining facilities and a professional kitchen.  It had the small
auditoreum/theater for performances of all kinds.  They also added a room
for teaching dancing and other activities, some of which would be added as
guests requested them.  [As an aside, we found out from people contacting
Chaz that a number of guests were interested in wrestling.  Seems they had
fond memories of the actor Brian Brown wrestling a guy shirtless on a ranch
in Australia in the "Thornbirds" TV show from a while ago!  So, wrestling
mats, too!]

The other wing would be all guestrooms.  Some would be equipped for
handicapped visitors (we knew we'd have some much older visitors who were
still pining for the cowboy experience).  Some would be for visitors who
just wanted to be in the center of the action.  Finally, we'd try to leave
some open for any guys who met in the bunkhouse and wanted to pair off
somewhere more private!  These rooms were designed much like the
guesthouses.  That saved money and allowed for efficiencies when building
them, too.

Jorge and Chuck also took on the task of overseeing the landscaping for the
house and guest houses and creating the pool between them.  There would be
two pond-like pools connected by a swimmable corridor One of the pools
would have a bar at the end and have recesses in the pool with tables for
guest to snack and drink while still in their swim trunks (or not, I
guess?). And of course we'd recycle all water possible as well as make the
Ranch energy-efficient.

From what we heard from Texas the project was really taking off.  It looked
like the Christmas week opening date was going to be no problem.

In an unexpected stroke of luck Claudio heard about a (secretly) gay
construction firm in Odessa.  He persuaded them to give the Ranch a special
deal with discounts on labor and materials, both, if he gave them an
exclusive contract to build the new facilities at the Ranch and if could
guarantee a week at the Ranch for each of his workers, once a year.  Win
win here... A bunch of pretty hot, in-shape, tanned, muscular,
slightly-rednecky guys at the Ranch would certainly tempt the guests!  The
fact that they looked like cowboys and favored cowboy clothes, hats, and
boots wouldn't hurt either!

Jon and I debated returning to Texas to see the progress in person, but we
were so busy.  Once word got out about the Foundation we started to get
some serious interest from donors, many of whom were gay, some very
closeted.  Since Jon still had his busy "daytime" job, direction of the
Foundation was largely left to me.  I finally had to hire a staff to help
me.  On the urging of our small University town's LGBTE group (Lesbian,
Gay, Bisexual, Transexual, Equality) we expanded our scope to include all
of these groups.  After getting some very impressive donations, we expanded
to cover the entire state.  I took on an openly gay and openly Lesbian
staffer.  I interviewed a Transexual and hired him/her (him to her).  I
decided I was the BisexualÑin theory, if not in practice.  Grin.

We all worked hard.  But we were all very happy.  We were making a
difference.  We were helping people.  We believed deeply in what we were
doing.  I was also honoring Marc by doing this.  However, I was so immersed
in reading business plans (although I took the ones I didn't understand to
Jon and his staff), meeting people and seeing their stores/shops/companies
and meeting and greeting donors, that I started to frazzle a bit.  Jon and
I stopped having sex every night.  Jon was suffering from the same fate.
Some nights we were so exhausted that after a nice dinner and a couple of
glasses of wine, we'd get naked, cuddle up, and fall asleep in each others'
arms.

Don't get me wrong.  We still had great sex/love.  However....

Finally, in early December, Jon arrived, unannounced, at the Foundation's
new office downtown in the historic district.  My heart leaped and soared
as I saw him entering my office unexpectedly at lunchtime.  I leaped to my
feet, ran across the room and almost tackled him and kissed him
breathlessly.

He laughed out loud at that.  "Well, that answers my question," he said.

"What question?"

"Whether we need some time off or not!", he exclaimed.

He went on.  "We really have to see how the Ranch is doing.  They open for
business just before Christmas.  I think we need to be there for the
opening to see how it goes and if we can help.  I think we need to go down
there a few days before the opening, too, to see if we need to make some
suggestions on what they've done and plan to do, too.  You've got a great
staff now.  I do, too. Let them know what we're doing.  We'll be gone from
the 20th to the 27th.  We'll be back in time for donors and tax problems
relating to the end of the calendar year.  I know we'll be super busy then.
But let's go to Texas.  Let's spend Christmas together and let's have time
for us then, too.  Howaboutit?"

I responded by jumping on him, grabbing him, kissing him deeply and
fondling his fast-growing crotch.

"Don't start something you can't finish", he said.

I let him go and ran across my office to lock the office door.  I could
hear chuckles from the outer offices.  I shamelessly stripped naked and lay
down on my desk, pushing papers off of it and scattering them all across
the office.

"I've wondered what it would be like to make love on my desk, getting
fucked in my office.  You gonna show me what it's like?"

"Ah, a new side to my Mark, my man.  Your challenge is accepted." He slowly
stripped, making me salivate.  When he was finally naked, he took some lube
from his pants pocket. (Had the fucker expected this or just hoped for
this?  Grin).  He applied it to his hard cock, grabbed my legs and
positioned me on the edge of my desk, manhandling me as if I weighted
nothing.  He slowly sank into me.  Oh damn did he feel good!

The unexpectedness of our encounter and the exhibitionism of it (if
indirectly) ensured we didn't last long.  Only too soon I could feel him
come inside of me and I came, too.  We were both panting for breath after
an amazing physical fuck.

We cleaned up slowly and managed to get dressed.  We smoothed down each
other's hair and finally opened the office door to emerge into the outer
office area.

To my intense embarrassment my staff gave us a standing ovation!  I was so
blushing and red.  Jon, however, just burst out into gales of laughter.

He gave me a very deep and prolonged French kiss to the continued applause
of my staff, bowed to them and swept out of the office to return to his.

I didn't know what to say or do.  Finally my staff took pity on me, smiled
at me, and my Lesbian staff person, Mary, said, "I think someone will be
more efficient the rest of the afternoon!"

They smiled and went back to work.  I did the same.  I picked up the papers
and restored order to my desk.

And two weeks from now Jon and I'll be back in Texas at the new gay dude
Ranch. We'll have Jorge and Chuck in our bed at some point I guess.  I had
also seen that "Teddy" was now a staff employee at the Ranch.  What was
that going to mean?  Despite the incredible sex and love, I had just had
with my man I started to get hard again!

Part 11 to come soon!